The arrogance of the ghost hunter to the fat man made the fat man put a cold ass on his hot face many times, and in the end, the fat man didn't even bother to keep smiling, shaking his head with a straight face and shaking his head to look at the scenery all the way and walk by himself.

At this time, even Xiaoyanagi sensed the fat man's dissatisfaction, and had a bad premonition in his heart. As for the ghost hunter, he naturally felt it, but he didn't take him seriously. Although he was seriously injured, the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, not to mention that the other party was not a horse, but an ant! Now he came out with them only because he just wanted to go shopping.

The ghost hunter speculated that the reason why the fat old man didn't have the forbearance of Ren beating and scolding in the past may be that he was ready to have a showdown with himself, otherwise how could there be so many Bigu Realm monks disguised as followers in ordinary shopping?

"This fat man is a treacherous person with black holes in his eyes, how can he save a stranger for no reason, and let him eat and drink for nothing?"

What the ghost hunter didn't know was that the place where the fat lord lived was in the place where he had to enter the wasteland, so those criminals who violated the [Xuanfa] in the five continents ruled by the Xuan Emperor had to pass through this place if they wanted to flee to the wasteland in fear of crime. People who have never had the slightest experience of living in the desert want to cross the desert to this wasteland, even if they are monks, it is difficult, and most of them have stayed in the desert forever. And most of the few who were able to reach here were exhausted, and it was not uncommon for them to fall into a coma like a ghost hunter.

Whenever the monk is caught, the first thing to do is to scavenge their treasures, bring them back, and pour a few pills of heart protection pills on them to help them recuperate so that they will not be seriously injured and die, and then wait for the traffickers in the wasteland to come and buy the prey, and only need to be careful not to let the monk commit suicide on the way, so that he can make a lot of money.

Of course, even if you really accidentally kill it, it won't be empty, after all, the monk's Sumeru mustard will have some collections. If he encounters a Sumeru mustard that can't be opened with the cultivation of the monks of the Bigu Realm, the fat old man will go to ask the traffickers. They have countless powerful monks who can forcibly break the ban on Sumeru with their cultivation, and as for what they get inside, they will be divided into nineteen, and the fat old man will sell nine by himself. The unfairness of the account sharing makes the fat man rarely seek their help, unless there is really no way.

Having said that, if he encounters those unconscious people on the way to hunt, it is even easier to do it, and he will be grateful to Dade after bringing them back and waking him up. At that time, he gave him a few delicious meals and drinks, and in the end he deceived him and sold him, he didn't know, and he was still grateful to you.

It's just that a 'white-eyed wolf' like a ghost hunter is the first time the fat man has seen it in his life. People saved him, he didn't say thank you, it didn't matter, but when he got it, he looked angry with a face that ignored everything, as if he was not the one who was saved, but he was saved by him.

When the fat old man and the ghost hunter met for the first time, the ghost hunter was in a coma in the desert and happened to meet the fat man and his party returning empty-handed, at that time, I saw the ghost hunter on the ground who was dressed shabby and fainted on the ground, and the fat man looked disdainful for such a poor ghost and couldn't avoid it, but he returned empty-handed with the mentality of trying it out, and found the magic weapon in the arms of the ghost hunter - the red dragon poison dagger!

Although the dagger is not unsheathed, the ferocious aura that penetrates into the bone marrow makes people shudder, and anyone can see that this is a peerless divine weapon! Even if you just look at the scabbard of this dagger, the whole body is gorgeous, inlaid with all kinds of rare treasures, and engraved with Great Dao runes, it is worth a sky-high price! The fat man with red eyes was overjoyed and carried away by greed, and immediately wanted to reach out to get it, but was dissuaded by the family.

You must know that all divine soldiers must have prohibitions and curses, not to mention such a peerless fierce soldier who can make people break out in a cold sweat on a hot day? Even if there are seven or eight curses arranged on it, it is not strange, wouldn't it be too risky to take it empty-handed like this?

Only then did the fat old man calm down, and at this time he realized that the young man in front of him with a fierce soldier was not ordinary! There were obviously fluctuations in his cultivation, but even the generals of his own Bigu realm could not find out his true cultivation, could it be that he was a Yuanying monk? Thinking of this fat old man, he was overjoyed, and he thought that he would return empty-handed today, but he didn't expect a windfall from the sky - the price of the Yuanying monk was not cheap! As for the red dragon poisonous dagger, although the fat old man was reluctant, he still dispelled the idea of it, he loves money, but if he risked his life for the money in front of him, it would not be worth it, the power of the curse is not a joke! It is better to hand him over to the traffickers, and he will be able to lose a lot of benefits when the time comes.

And today is the day when the fat man and the traffickers in the wasteland negotiate with each other. The ghost hunter has a strange temper and is moody, if he didn't know the depth of his cultivation and was afraid of him, the fat man would have taken him down and locked him in the dungeon! To this day, I finally have a sense of joy that the crops are ripe and harvested, accompanied by the ease of raising my eyebrows.

The towns and villages here are small and the houses are generally low, but this is not a small village in the middle of nowhere. On the contrary, the decoration of the shops here can be said to be splendid, with intricate carvings on the pillars, dragons and phoenixes carved on the eaves doors and windows, and the houses are inlaid with jade and jasper, silver wine glasses and gold ornaments.

Looking at the pedestrians on the street, all of them are full of jewels and plumpness, and they are obviously some rich people, and the simple clothes of the ghost hunters look a little shabby in the middle of these people.

"Master, you haven't been here to play for a long time!" The group was walking on the road when they were suddenly stopped by a group of bewitching women with heavy makeup.

"Hey, my little darlings, I've been in a bad mood lately and don't move around much, but I can leave you behind!" The fat man's stiff face immediately became smiling, and he hugged a group of girls left and right.

"Dancing Heavenly Palace?" The ghost hunter looked up at the signboard of the shop and glanced inside the door, only to see that the lights inside were bright and green, singing and dancing, and many literati or wealthy middle-aged people were drinking, gambling, playing, composing poems and singing in it. But all the girls in it are all beautiful and fragrant, the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes are bewitching, the voice and smile are like the sound of a bell, the tall and slender willow waist and the decoration of rouge and gouache are like fairies in the heavenly palace - no······!

The ghost hunter quickly moved his gaze back after a glance, only to feel that his heart was like a mess and his expression was flustered.

"Yo! this little brother looks like a new face!" Several bewitching women came up with the idea of hunting ghosts, although the hunters were dressed plainly and their hair was scattered, but his face was delicate, if he dressed up well, he was naturally a handsome son, and in addition to the shyness that the ghost hunter inadvertently revealed, these bewitching women who had read countless people naturally saw that the ghost hunter was still a chick, and immediately became interested in ghost hunting.

"What are you afraid of, little brother? We are not monsters, will we eat you?" A person came out of the bewitching beauties around the fat old man and teased, and his voice was like the sound of a conjuring spirit, so that the soul of the listener was softened.

"What's wrong with me?" the ghost hunter thought to himself, and unconsciously lowered his head. If he can catch snakes and tigers, he will not frown even if he is in front of him in the sea of corpses and blood, but now he doesn't dare to look up at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Seeing the ghost hunter behave like this, the woman's heart rejoiced even more. Even the fat old man was interested, he didn't expect that this seemingly oily and saltless ghost hunter would be unfinished, and now he would be happy to see him fall into an embarrassing situation.

"Oops!" walked up to the ghost hunter, pretending to crook his foot and deliberately pounced on the ghost. The ghost hunter only felt a strong fragrance rushing to his face, and then a weak and boneless warm body pressed against his chest, and suddenly the chest of the ghost hunter was as hot as fire. The woman hugged the ghost hunter and pulled her head on the ghost's muscular shoulder.

"Look at me, how do you know if I'm going to eat if you don't look at me?" whispered the woman with the tip of her nose brushing the hair from the hunter's ear.

The woman's breath caused a burst of itching in the hunter's ears, and at this moment he could clearly smell the fragrance of flowers in the girl's mouth, and the flame in his chest was even worse, and there was a nameless fire in his lower body.